"What on earth are you eating?!" Ana's stern voice whispered in my ear.
I turned around guiltily to face her. "Apple pie," i muttered.
"No shit, Sherlock," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Let me rephrase that question. What on earth are you thinking?"
I shrugged. "I thought we decided that Sunday was a treat day when i didn't really have to worry about what i ate as long as i didn't get ridiculous with it."
"Well you just did get ridiculous with it. Seriously, apple pie?!"
I hung my head as my brain reeled throughout it searching for some sort of plausible excuse. "It's been sitting on the counter so long...and i don't want it to go to waste. Besides, it's low sugar." That was the best i could come up with.
"Low sugar doesn't mean low fat," she countered, "and who really cares if something so pointless goes to waste?"
"I was just really hungry and it was the fastest thing i found," i admitted. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I just thought it would be ok since i hadn't eaten for 24 hours on top of working my butt off."
"You used to do that on a daily basis and you never bitched out on me like that."
My turn to roll my eyes. "You're supposed to stay nice and not turn into a monster again."
"Ugh!" was all she had for a response, and she slowly faded out of the room, leaving behind only a mild case of guilt.
It doesn't matter, i thought to myself. Sunday IS my day off, and it's not like it was a full out binge. That pie is really all i'm going to eat for lunch anyway. I worked hard enough to earn it.
"Stop making excuses," Ana's voice reached me from an unknown source, and i had to agree with her. It was rather pathetic to make such excuses when i could have chosen something much better to eat... "But it's in the past. I can't change the past by sulking about it. I'll do better now," i promised myself.
And i really will do better now.
I'm proud of myself! I actually found some motivation and wrote you all a story post! Does that give me license to rant a bit now? Pleeeease? Oh well, i'm doing it anyway. I live with two men. This life has brought me to the conclusion that men are worthless, lazy pieces of annoyance that are really only good for the occasional sweet action. Seriously, i worked my butt off the past two nights and the men of the house can't even take out the garbage? All hubby's been doing today is complaining about how tired he is--which i might add, he really is so tired by his own choice of staying up late when he didn't have to. I'm trying to get some housework done and only asking him to watch Fate. He is doing it, but not well. Roommate on the other hand has done nothing all weekend except sit in front of the TV playing his retarded video game. Ugh! Seriously, i wish i was a man so i didn't have to do anything of value.